For a certain kind of person, love begins from something tiny or silly.From something like that or it doesn't begin at all.
Despite your best efforts, people are going to be hurt when it's time for them to be hurt.
But knowing what I don’t want to do doesn’t help me figure out what I do want to do. I could do just about anything if somebody made me. But I don’t have an image of the one thing I really want to do....
But if you knew you might not be able to see it again tomorrow, everything would suddenly become special and precious, wouldn’t it?
There are some things we can never assign to oblivion, memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever, like a touchstone.
I was much younger, much hungrier, much more alone. But I was myself, pared down to the essentials.
The world follows its own course. Each possesses his own thoughts, each treads his own path. So it is with your mother, and so it is with your starling. As it is with everyone. The world follows its o...
The thoughts that occur to me while I’m running are like clouds in the sky. Clouds of all different sizes. They come and they go, while the sky remains the same sky always. The clouds are mere guests...
The fact that I’m me and no one else is one of my greatest assets. Emotional hurt is the price a person has to pay in order to be independent.
Tendencies. Yougottendencies. Soevenifyoudideverythingoveragain, yourwholelife, yougottendenciestodojustwhatyoudid, alloveragain. -The Sheep Man.
So what can I do now? she spoke up a minute later.Nothing, I said. Just think about what comes before words. You owe that to the dead. As time goes on, you'll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn...
So this was how secrets got started, I thought to myself. People constructed them little by little.
Painful is the stress when one cannot reproduce or convey vividly to others, however hard he tries, what he's experienced so intensely.
Our worlds are all jumbled together--your world, my world, the sheepman's world. Sometimes they overlap and sometimes they don't.
No two human beings are alike; it's a question of identity. And what is identity? The cognitive system arisin' from the aggregate memories of that individual's past experiences. The layman's word for...
No matter how honestly you open up to someone, there are still things you cannot reveal.
My shadow is only half of what it should be.Everyone has their shortcomings.
Life is like a box of cookies.
It’s a waste of time to think about things you can’t know,
It was a strange feeling, like touching a void.